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C'etait la fleur (REE11069266)

Poetry By: REE11069266
Humor



A little poem I wrote recently that includes dark humor. The only type of humor I do.


Submitted:Apr 26, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Darkness was cast upon upon us,

The light, it fell away,

And all the while, whom I'd ask,

All that they would say:

C'etait la fleur! I tell you,

Victims to this we are,

C'etait la fleur! I implore you,

Please leave, run very far,

It came in the night,

With beauty as bright,

And colourful as can be,

But underneath a sight so sweet,

Lies poison to murder thee.

He paused and I pondered,

My eyes on the ground,

Studying it I wondered,

Whether his mind was sound,

The flower looked harmless,

And to his dismay,

I picked it,

I sniffed it,

And ate it anyway.

Oh no! He yelped, you mustn't,

But alas the deed was done,

So with my last remaining time,

I decided to write this down.

I must go now, time's up you see..

C'etait la fleur, that finished me.





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